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Forest Mountain HymnalNashville, Tennessee

Forest Mountain Hymnal (Jonathan and Rebecca Moody) is the result of our passion for folk music, fables, and the natural
world in which we grew up, both in Nashville, Tennessee and Sewanee, Tennessee at the University of the South. We hope, with our music, to celebrate love, nature, peace and community....more

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Lo, how a rose e'er blooming,
From tender stem hath sprung.
Of Jesse's lineage coming,
As men of old have sung;
It came, a flow'ret bright,
Amid the cold of winter,
When half spent was the night.

Isaiah 'twas foretold it,
The Rose I have in mind,
With Mary we behold it,
The virgin mother kind;
To show God's love aright,
She bore to man a Savior,
When halfspent was the night.

Track Name: The Cherry Tree Carol

Joseph was an old man, an old man was he,
When he courted Virgin Mary, the Queen of Galilee.
When Joseph and Mary were walking one day,
To an orchard of cherry trees they happened to stray.
Mary said to Joseph, so meek and so mild,
"Pick me some cherries, Joseph, for I am with child."
Joseph flew angry, oh angry flew he.
"Let the father of the baby gather cherries for thee!"
Then up spoke Lord Jesus, from his mother's womb,
"Bow low down cherry trees, bow down to the ground."

And the cherry trees bowed down, bowed low to the ground.
And Mary gathered cherries while Joseph stood round.

Joseph he knelt down and question gave he.
"Come tell me, pretty baby, when your birthday shall be."
"On the fifth day of January my birthday shall be,
And all the stars in heaven shall bow down to me!"

That night the moon shown so bright!
It called to us like a siren at sea.
The snow came tumbling down - it fell to the ground.
It sheltered her like a harbor.

We walked along,
The snow silent and strong.
We felt alive!
Winter as our song,
The earth like a prayer.
We walked along.

Part II: We Get into a Snow Ball Fight with Strangers

Dark and low, are they friend or foe?
We don’t know.
Dark and low, are they friend or foe?
We don’t know.
You hide there, I’ll go here,
And we’ll get them I swear.
I’ll hide there, you go here,
And they won’t know what hit them,
What hit them,
What hit them...
What hit them?

Part III: We are Victorious and Joyful
(musical interlude)

Part IV: We are Reverent in the Garden (for trees, especially in the snow, are holier than we are)

In the woods the earth shone,
And your hands were milk,
And the leaves were stone.
In the garden the earth was new,
And the sky was glass,
And your eyes were blue...